In the piano classroom, I don’t know how long I played. After playing the four-handed tune several times, Shao Yu stopped, and the child turned his head and said, "This time, you finally did not make a mistake."
"Really?" Song Qiyue asked happily.
"En." Shao Yu nodded, learning the tone of Teacher Meng, "It's okay, I will work harder in the future."
Song Qiyue responded, and she made a request, "After that, my mother will accompany you to practice the piano every weekend, and then wait for you to practice the piano, will you teach your mother to play the piano, okay?"
The child was very happy to play, so he forgot about other things. The emotion of rejection and resistance was slightly relieved. He agreed, "Then you will practice piano every day after you go home. I will check it next Saturday. "
"No problem." Song Qiyue also agreed. She couldn't help reaching out and leaning her little finger towards him, "Let's pull the hook."
"I don't want to pull the hook, children only pull the hook." It was a child who was clearly less than five years old, but said the words of an adult.
Song Qiyue coaxed, "Come on to pull the hook, you can't lie or deceive people after you pull the hook, you must do it, come."
The little finger gestured, and the child finally reached out his hand, and the fingers of the little hand gently hooked her, Song Qiyue said, "Hang on the hook, and it won't change for a hundred years."
Finally reached an agreement to pull the hook, the child remembered his father, "Why hasn't Dad come back?"
"He has gone to Teacher Meng's office, and he will probably be back soon." Song Qiyue replied, "Otherwise we will play for a while?"
"No, I won't play anymore." Shao Yu refused.
Song Qiyue looked at the time, it was almost twelve o'clock, she asked, "Shao Yu, are you hungry?"
"No." He answered quickly, but his stomach grunted unconvincingly.
Song Qiyue pursed her lips and smiled, and asked again, "It's not that you are hungry, how can your stomach scream?"
"You got it wrong, it wasn't my stomach called." Shao Yu denied it, but his stomach continued to protest, making a grunting sound.
"What about now?" Song Qiyue stared at him.
There was a shy shy on that little face, and he finally admitted, "Well, my belly is calling."
"Otherwise, let's go to Teacher Meng's office?" Song Qiyue suggested, and the child nodded in agreement.
The two got up from their chairs, and when they were about to turn around, they saw Mo Zhengyan flashing past the window. He came to the door of the classroom and Shao Yu shouted, "Dad, you've been there for a long time."
"It was slow to fill in the information. Okay, you can go now." Mo Zhengyan replied with a smile.
"Shao Yu, let's go then." Song Qiyue also shouted, her hand pulled over his small hand and held it, leading him to the outside.
The child did not refuse, let her hold it like this, and went out of the classroom together.
After learning piano lessons in the morning, after getting on the bus, I will study what I want to eat at noon. Song Qiyue asked, "Shaoyu, what do you want to eat?"
"Anything is okay?" Mo Shaoyu asked happily.
"Of course, anything is fine."
"I want to eat ramen!" The child immediately reported what he was thinking, which made Song Qiyue stunned, "Ramen?"
"Mo Shaoyu, didn't you just ate ramen last time." Mo Zhengyan had a headache. His son seemed to prefer outside food.
"But the last time it was ramen was a long, long time ago." Mo Shaoyu protested.
"How long is it?" Song Qiyue asked.
"It's Children's Day!" The child remembered very clearly.
Counting the Song, July, and Children’s Day on June 1, it’s really more than two months since now, and it’s really a long time.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Then you can ask mom."
Shao Yu turned her head and looked at Song Qiyue. His eyes were full of expectation. The shining light was like small diamonds. When the child looked straight at it with such expectations, Song Qiyue fell again. She thought about it. Said, "Then we can take you to eat ramen today, but next time, we will have to wait two months."
"Ah, so long?" Shao Yu frowned two small eyebrows.
"Then a month and a half..." She gave in.
"But, but it will take a long, long time..."
"That month..." Song Qiyue gave in again, but couldn't retreat. "One month, one month is already very fast."
Mo Shaoyu was still keeping his eyes open, and when he hesitated to compromise, Mo Zhengyan shouted again, "Mo Shaoyu."
"Deal!" The child said immediately.
"Shao Yu, where did you eat the ramen last time?" Song Qiyue didn't know the place, and the child replied, "It's at the Botanical Museum!"
"Plant Pavilion?"
"After eating ramen, you can go to the botanical hall to play, have you been there?"
It turned out that the show had already been arranged, Song Qiyue shook her head, "I haven't been."
Xu is the reason you can eat ramen, Shao Yu said generously, "Then I will take you there."
On weekends, the Botanical Museum is open to the public throughout the day. There are a few tourists, and some adults bring their children. Near the museum area, there is a whole street of small food shopping shops. Mo Shaoyu pointed to the front, "This is the ramen shop, it's delicious."
"Is it so delicious?" Song Qiyue was curious.
"It's very delicious." The child replied with excitement, he almost couldn't wait, grabbed Song Qiyue's hand, and walked forward.
Song Qiyue's pace slowed, somewhat unexpectedly, but the whole person had already followed.
Mo Zhengyan parked the car and walked behind, watching the child leading her forward.
After ordering three bowls of ramen, Song Qiyue said, "Two bowls are enough."
"But we have three people." Shao Yu said.
"Mom can't eat so much, shall we have a bowl?"
The child cherishes food, "You can't waste it, you can't waste it, the boss, uncle, want two bowls of ramen."
While waiting for the ramen to come, Song Qiyue asked, "Shao Yu, how did you know that there is a ramen shop here? Did you see it when you came to the Botanical Museum?"
"No, Doudou told me that Dad Doudou brought him to play, and they came to eat." Shao Yu sat peacefully, looking at the master's ramen craftsmanship with his eyes.
Doudou is a child in the same class, a little boy, and probably has a good relationship, Song Qiyue understands.
Soon, two bowls of ramen noodles with amazing aroma were on the table. The child had been waiting for a long time, and Mo Zhengyan said, "Wait a minute."
He picked up his chopsticks and clamped all the coriander and green onions on the noodles into the empty bowl on the side. Then he moved to Shao Yu and Song Qiyue, "It's okay."
He was very careful. Song Qiyue took a bowl, divided the noodles into small bowls, put the original bowl in front of him, "eat it."
Shao Yu was really hungry. As soon as he heard that he could start, he held his chopsticks in his little hand and began to eat noodles. It's really a delicacy that you won't eat at home. It's a relish now, and it's a pleasure to eat. It was just a bowl of ramen, but he didn't finish it. There was a small half left, and he couldn't make it anymore.
"Stop eating?" Song Qiyue asked again.
"I'm stuffed."
"Then the remaining mother will eat it?"
"Okay, give it to you." The child generously moved the bowl in front of her, Song Qiyue took it, "Everything is eaten, come and wipe it."
She picked up a tissue and wiped the marks on the corners of her mouth for the child, and Shao Yu did not move, so she wiped it.
These two people are so busy with you and me. Mo Zhengyan on the side is already a bit redundant. He ate the noodles and said in a low voice, "Mo Shaoyu, how I usually tell you, I have to do my own things. ."
"Then I will wipe your mouth." Thinking that he had made another mistake, the child quickly picked up a tissue to wipe Song Qiyue, thinking about returning it as soon as possible.
Mo Zhengyan was speechless, Song Qiyue smiled, and the child was responding to her gently.
The three people here have eaten ramen. The child is very happy. The woman is also smiling. On the contrary, the man who pays the bill frowned for some reason. The boss asked, "Is the ramen delicious today?"
"It's delicious." Mo Zhengyan replied, only because it was so delicious.
After leaving the ramen shop, I went to the Botanical Museum. After buying the tickets, I entered smoothly. The child led her to walk in the museum and said, "The Botanical Museum is beautiful."
Song Qiyue thought for a while. She has been in Hong Kong for many years, but she never really wanted to come to such a place, the botanical museum is too far away from her. Now the child is holding her, leading her to appreciate the charm of plants and insects, and the little guy will also tell her, "This is a succulent plant."
"This plant has thick leaves and seems to have a lot of flesh, so it is called a succulent. In this world, there are more than 10,000 kinds of succulents."
"I tell you, many of them grow in places where water is scarce, like deserts, because they can store water by themselves, but not all succulents grow in deserts. Deserts also grow many plants that are not succulents. ."
"There are cacti and poplar trees in the desert."
"Do you know a cactus?" the child asked eagerly, and then shouted, "I will take you to see, there."
Song Qiyue was taken by him, listening to her child tirelessly introducing plants to her, she was already like a little teacher.
"Shao Yu." Mo Zhengyan shouted.
However, the child had devoted himself to the plant and ignored him at all.
"Mo Shaoyu." Mo Zhengyan shouted again.
"Dad, don't make a noise, I'm talking about cacti." The child pointed at him, making people dumbfounded.
Here the mother and the son are chatting again, and the man on the side follows behind, but it seems like a transparent person.
"There are still insects over there." The child was about to drag her down again, Song Qiyue still hadn't heard enough, and took a step forward.
Mo Zhengyan's eyebrows wrinkled even more, he wanted to move forward, but the phone rang and a call came in, so he shouted, "Shao Yu, dad go outside to pick up the call..."
"Bye bye, father." The child waved his hand directly, without looking back, the mother and child had already walked away.
After another window, I finally arrived at the insect area. Looking at the insects in the window, Song Qiyue was also eye-opening, and Shao Yu said, "These are all specimens. Do you know what specimens are?"
Of course Song Qiyue knew it, but at this moment she shook her head.
Shao Yu said sternly, "The specimens used to be alive, but later died. The uncles and aunts of botanists preserved the dead insects and made specimens."
"This is Jadefly, this is a red dragonfly, this is an ant, a white ant, and this, this is a beetle..." He explained the insects in detail again, and another window passed, and the child said in surprise, "Look, It's a butterfly!"
Song Qiyue stopped in front of the window and saw the butterfly specimen through the glass. The beautiful wings and the light blue wings were exactly what they had seen in the memory, which made the memories overlap.
"This is the blue morpho butterfly!" Shao Yu said, "The wings are blue. It is the most beautiful butterfly in the world, also called the Bright Goddess Butterfly..."
"I like this butterfly the most, and Dad also likes it!" The child's words sounded, and Song Qiyue's memory has a fixed frame. It is the exquisite butterfly decoration that is still in his mind.
At this moment, Mo Zhengyan quietly approached behind him, but they hadn't noticed it yet.
"Secretly tell you..." The child secretly told the secret, Song Qiyue slowly recovered.
"Mo Shaoyu!" There was a low male voice in the back, which shocked Song Qiyue and also made Shaoyu froze.
The child turned around and immediately raised his hand and said, "Dad, I have to tell the truth."
"What are you telling the truth?" In fact, Mo Zhengyan only heard the phrase "Secretly tell you", and now he asks.
Shao Yu said, "It was my grandma. My father liked this butterfly when he was a child. He also said that he was going to catch butterflies in the mountains. Grandpa told him that there are no such butterflies in the mountains. Dad still doesn't believe it!" The blue morpho butterfly is in front of her eyes.
Mo Zhengyan looked at the child with his gaze, then slowly lifted it up and confronted Song Qiyue. In silence, he replied, "Well, I have liked it since I was a child."
His direct eyes seemed to meet her heart, "Butterfly and insects are both."
Song Qiyue just looked back at him coldly, and then said, "Shao Yu, what is there?"
In the afternoon, I spent time in the botanical hall. I was tired from playing, drank a glass of Coke, and rested for a while, and the evening would come. The place for dinner was decided by Song Qiyue, a delicate and delicious little restaurant, and the food was relatively light and healthy. Song Qiyue noticed that her son is a bit picky eater, doesn't like meat, doesn't have many vegetables, and likes fish but doesn't eat much. She took down all these matters one by one.
After dinner, it was already dark. There were performances in the nearby square, probably activities in the square. The child was curious, so Song Qiyue took him to the show, accompanied by Mo Zhengyan. There were so many people watching, there was only one spot on the bench.
Mo Zhengyan said, "Shao Yu, sit down with your mother."
"What about you, daddy?" the child asked.
"It's fine for Dad to stand by." Mo Zhengyan replied, and Shao Yu looked at Song Qiyue, as if asking in silence. After coming out of the botanical hall, the excitement seemed to have passed, and the child returned to the previous appearance at this moment.
Song Qiyue took a seat in the chair, then picked up the child and carried it to her lap, "You sit on mother's lap, that's all right."
Sitting while being hugged by his mother, Shao Yu was a little unnatural at first and straightened, but then gradually relaxed after watching the wonderful performance.
It was not until about 8pm when the performance came to an end that Shao Yu got off Song Qiyue’s lap. He asked, “Grandma said, she can’t hold me anymore because I’m so heavy, am I heavy? ?"
"It's not heavy, mother is not tired." Song Qiyue replied with a smile, and Shao Yu looked at his father again, but Mo Zhengyan stood still now, "Dad, are you standing sour?"
"Mom is not tired, how come my father's feet are sore?" Mo Zhengyan answered.
"Dad, it's dark, let's go home quickly, grandma is still waiting for us at home." The child walked to Mo Zhengyan and said.
The son who was by his side immediately walked to Mo Zhengyan again, and Song Qiyue was a little empty. On the way back, I was probably tired, so Shao Yu didn't speak any more and fell asleep in confusion. Even so, she is very satisfied today.
When I set off in the morning, the sky was still bright, and when I came to the door of Mo's house again, it was already night. Song Qiyue was about to get out of the car, and Shao Yu was also a little awake. She turned her head and said, "Shao Yu, tomorrow you will be with your grandma at home, and your mother will not be here. Waiting for Monday, will your mother come to pick you up again from school."
The child was sleepy eyes, small mouth pursed, and nodded.
Song Qiyue got out of the car and watched the car drove into the old house until the door closed, and she walked to her private car parked aside.
As the car drove into the old house, Mo Zhengyan looked at the front mirror. His son, who was obviously very happy, looked a little lonely at the moment, "Shao Yu, I forgot to take the souvenir from my mother. You can send it to your mother. She hasn't go."
The car also stopped, and the child raised his spirits, "Didn't you take it?"
"Well, get out of the car and take it to mom. Hurry up." Mo Zhengyan urged.
Suddenly, the small door of the old house opened again, and she was surprised to see the gatekeeper protecting the child flashing.
"Shao Yu?" Song Qiyue was surprised.
The child came over, "You forgot to take this."
Song Qiyue saw that it turned out to be a souvenir that he bought when he went to the Botanical Museum. It was still in his small schoolbag at the time. "Mom has a bad memory. Okay, let's go in."
The child refused to leave, and he hesitated to ask, "Are you still coming on Monday."
Song Qiyue bent over and hugged him, "Mom promises you that my mother will come to pick you up from school." She hugged deeply. She let her son go again, and immediately took out a note paper and pen from her bag and wrote Down a series of numbers, "This is mom's phone number. If you miss mom, just call me."
The child gently took the note, then turned and went into the old house.
After getting in the car again, seeing the smiling face of the child, Mo Zhengyan started the car again, "Shao Yu, what are you holding in your hand?"
"It's my mother's number, she said I can call her."
Mo Zhengyan glanced at the note several times.
...
When I returned to the hotel, the night was a bit darker, just after ten o'clock.
Song Qiyue was in a very good mood, and she walked briskly when she entered the hotel.
"Director Song." Suddenly, a familiar female voice rang in her ear, which made Song Qiyue stop.
It was Song Xiangwan who walked up to her, she was slightly astonished, and then she remembered that in the morning, she said that she would continue to wait here.
"It's so late, you're still there," Song Qiyue said.
"I will wait for you," Song Xiangwan resolutely said.
Obviously she really waited for a day, Song Qiyue smiled and asked, "Then you have waited for me for so long today, do you want to come to me to talk about the past or talk to me on business?"
"If it's reminiscent of the past, I'm a little tired today, and I'll meet again another day."
"I'll talk about official business."
"If you want to talk about official business, it's private time now, and I won't talk about official business." Before she could respond, Song Qiyue said directly.
Song Xiangwanben still had to speak, and when she came back to her words, she was immediately fixed there, but she couldn't react. The current annoyance made him feel like he was suddenly fooled.
Song Qiyue said again, "It's getting late, and you're tired too. Go back and rest."
She said that she was going to pass in front of her. Song Xiangwan waited for a day, and it was inevitable that she was a little impatient. She chased her sideways and blocked her again, "I have been waiting for you for a day, ten Don’t have time to talk for a minute?"
Song Qiyue looked at her, and she smiled, "Please be clear about two points. First, you have to wait here, not I let you wait here. You can't blame others, it's your own choice. Second, I think you still don’t understand. It’s not a ten-minute question, but a question I don’t want. When you come to talk to me on business, you come to me, not me to you.”
"I have the right to choose, I just don't want to talk to you now, understand?" She said softly, but the inquiry seemed determined.
She refused clearly and severely, and the indifference in her eyes stunned Song Xiangwan. Before she could speak, Song Qiyue walked past her and walked away.
At this moment, Song Xiangwan recalled the previous Song Qiyue, but none of the scenes could correspond to the present. It seemed that she shouldn't be her, she couldn't overlap them into the same person. But in the hesitation, she was unwilling to admit defeat, and turned around and shouted, "Okay, I'll look for you after work hours!"
The elevator went straight up to the floor. Song Qiyue walked in the corridor. She took out her mobile phone and said, "Mr. Liu, buy me a piano for tomorrow."
The next day, the piano was carried in from the hotel door, and carried it upstairs under the eyes of everyone, and was placed in Song Qiyue's suite. Secretary Liu was curious, "Director Song, you want to play the piano?"
"Still learning." Song Qiyue replied. She wiped the piano herself, her mobile phone in her pocket, and she kept walking.
In the morning, Shao Yu was assembling toys in the old house of the Mo family. Mo Zhengyan walked in. The child was very happy, "Dad, do you think I can do it well?"
"En, it's good." Mo Zhengyan glanced at the toy, and he looked at his son, "Shao Yu, your mother gave you the number yesterday. You, um, don't you want to call her?"
The son didn't want to, "No, I'm making toys."
After lunch at noon, Shao Yu will take a nap, and Mo Zhengyan asked, "You are going to take a nap, don't you want to call your mother before going to bed?"
"No, Dad, I'm sleepy." The son closed his eyes.
In the afternoon, Shao Yu got up and played football in the shade in the back garden. Mo Zhengyan also came to accompany him. "Shao Yu, don't you call and ask mother, what is she doing?"
"Dad, catch the ball!" The son played attentively.
In the evening, Shao Yu had just taken a bath, and Mo Zhengyan spoke again, "Shao Yu, it's getting dark..."
"Grandma, the cartoon has begun." The son has already ran away.
At night, Shao Yu was about to go to bed early, and Mo Zhengyan came to say goodnight, and he asked again, "I went to bed so early today?"
"I'm going to school tomorrow, I want to go to school." The son closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting for tomorrow.
"Do you really want to call your mother?" Mo Zhengyan asked again.
"No." The son interrupted him, "Dad, do you want to call mom?"
"...I don't want to either."
"Then why do you always ask me?"
"... Dad just reminds you, reminds you."